𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 - 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴

❦ craig x reader - ice cream ❦

There it vividly was, the thick smell of vodka. It hit me hard with its disgusting stench but I expected it since this was the stereotypical teenage party. Still, never could I get used to that ethanol smell with a mix of rubbing alcohol that lingered around way too long than it should have. Personally, I was more of whiskey girl anyways.

But the vodka wasn't the only thing leaving a putrid stench. If you look around me you see wasted teenagers that smell like a mix of vomit, piss, skunk, and nicotine, and with the obvious smell of different varieties of alcohol we've all been drinking yet probably shouldn't be. It doesn't matter anyways, I'll never have to see these dumb faces after this year, so why should I care?

Out of all the alcohol they have, no whisky. Either that or some fatass took it for themselves and left me here drinking cheap beer. Token can afford high-end vodka, rum, tequila, and so many others but this mother fucker can't afford a single good pack of beer?

I looked around me as I saw a practically nude girl dance with a guy who was probably infested with all sorts of STDs, then on the right were seven girls and guys sniffing coke, with whole sorts of people eating each other's faces alive. My stomach churned at the sight of these hopeless people, who disgusted the hell out of me. And god, with that fucking smell, I felt like throwing up when the cloud of nicotine and skunk-y smell got to where I was. Someone could shit on the floor yet my nose wouldn't be bothered by the nonexistent smell.

I took another sip from the red and white plastic cup with a few red lipstick stains dotting the sides. I nonchalantly stared ahead of me, then proceeding to the kitchen to see if I can find anyone I barely hate. This time, I tried breathing from my mouth which was probably worse. It was that or throwing up on people who already had vomit on them, which wasn't exactly my thing.

I took a seat on the unoccupied high stool standing next to the counter. There were two other people on the four other open ones. These sane people were conversing while drinking what looked like beer as well. I exhaled and let my eyes roll back to my head and inhaled once more, opening my eyes and taking note of my surroundings. Of course, there Token was, making out with a random brunette in a neon yellow mini-skirt.

As I took a second sip of the warm liquid in the decorated cup, I felt someone's hand sliding up my bear thigh. I almost choked from the shock but let out one small cough as I turned to look at bored looking Craig. He looked hot in that outfit of his: navy blue hoodie, black jeans with a chain, and white slip ons. The piercings on his ears were visible in the light shone above us. His black hair was messy but that was normal since he wasn't wearing his hat right now.

"Hey," it was quiet but I could still hear that bittersweet voice of his. I set the cup down on the marble counter and licked my lips, looking at him.

"Hey." Craig sighed and put his hands in his pocket while he started to look ahead at the people taking shots. "What do you want?"

"I'm going home, need a ride? Cause y'know, I saw a few girls get roofied." The way he said it so casually made me want to laugh.

"I hope you at least tried to stop the assholes," I gave a humorless laugh. I placed my elbow on the counter and opened my hand so I could put my face into it. Craig took my cup and took a big sip, ending with a big gulp.

"Ew. But not really, they'll be fine though. I've seen it at other parties and the next day the girl or guy always ends up fine." I looked inside the cup and saw it was a little over halfway empty but I proceeded to take a sip myself. I crack my fingers and shrug.

"Why you going home this early? Shouldn't you go join Clyde's orgy or something, I saw him in the bathroom but I can't remember which one. I think it was one of the ones upstairs." Craig chuckled quietly as he turned his head to the side and gave me a tired smirk.